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Chapter 1

Night was dark. If somebody was standing behind his window, he wouldn't have seen it. He didn't care, he felt like he was a god, almost. He could rule everything, especially one thing and it was coming for him. The night was pitch black – and he liked it. He liked how it sent shivers down his spine and how he felt cruelty coming from it. Nights was his thing, he lived through the days only to face new night. Maybe he was insane, maybe not. It didn't matter anymore. He could hide his face in darkness. Maybe that was the reason, but he would never admit it - that he would have a weakness in him. And he loved how the only light in his room made his eyes glimmer like two wicked diamonds.

He was waiting. He waited for his beloved to come. Then he could be cruel and make him cry out his name. He would love to hear that soft sobbing, that little whisper that begged him to stop. But he would not stop. He would travel his hands on his beloved face and rub those tears away. Then he would want to make them reappear.Was he really insane? Who would not want to do the same as he did? Sometimes, when nobody was around,he questioned himself. Still, his opinion was the same.

Soft and timid knock was heard from the black wooden door. He lifted his head towards the door and smirked. He let his voice travel through the room.

" Come in."

" Colonel, you had something to say."

" Yeah, I do. Don't be afraid."

" I am not afraid!"

" Then – come here."

He watched as his beloved walked over the floor onto his lap, moving nervously. His blond hair fell to his beautiful, now pale face. He touched the blondes cheek and his lips, those smooth and red lips. He saw how his beloved one was uncomfortable. He snorted and bend down near to his beloved's ear.

" Why won't you relax? I am being nice here," he whispered and felt how the younger boy moved a little.

" I don't know what you are thinking… you are sometimes so scary," the other male responded quietly. He had bent down his head and his blond hair was covering his face. He knew and felt how this older man looked at him with burning eyes. He felt himself insecure and naked. He touched his clothes to make certain them still being there. Older man chuckled.

" Am I scary? Why am I so scary, hm? Tell me," he said a tiny smile on his face. It wasn't a nice smile, it was vicious and this younger man saw it too. He knew what Roy was thinking, he could guess it. It wasn't hard, he almost heard what the older man thought He should pick up his words carefully. Maybe then Roy would be nicer. He gulped and moved nervously.

" You always sit here in the dark and when you talk, your voice is like ice and yet it burns me. And your touch, it's sometimes so gentle, but…" the younger male stopped. He couldn't continue anymore. He wanted to go away, the colonel was planning something and he didn't want to be the missing part of it.

" But I am rough and I make you cry," the older one said. The blond on his lap didn't answer, he couldn't. He should leave now, but his legs didn't work anymore. It was always the same. He knew when he should leave, but everything he could do was obey. He was the bird in the hunters trap.

There was a deep silence between them. The younger man barely dared to breath when the older man tightened his grip on his waist. For a second, he hoped nothing would happen tonight. Then he was thrown to the floor and the man was on top of him.

" Roy, stop it…" he cried out when Roy's knee pushed his legs apart. Roy's hot body was pressed against him and his erect member stroked his inner thighs.

" Edward… you are whining," Roy said and removed his beloved's pants. Edward didn't protest, but tears were sparkling in the minor light. He pushed two fingers inside the boy, who tensed up and shouted.

" You are already crying. Do you like it so much?"

" I don't… like it. You like it."

" You like to please me that much?"

" No… you force me to," Edward said and felt how Roy removed his fingers from him. When nothing happened and he was just laying on the floor, he thought that Roy would have finished what he was doing. He didn't see Roy's face, but his figure was stiff and he didn't move.

" Roy?" he asked little worried and heard how a zipper was undone or pulled up again. Then Roy lifted the smaller boy's hips and violently thrust himself inside the boy. Edward's scream filled his ears, but he kept thrusting. ' How hot this body is,' he thought and beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Edward had stopped his screaming, but hopeless sobbing echoed in the room with Roy's breathless snorting. He spilled his seed inside the boy and collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.

" Edward, I am not doing this for myself," he said and heard how Edward hissed. Edward twisted and turned under him. This was sick, sick and he wanted to leave, to go to his own room and sleep.

" Let me go, Roy. You got what you wanted," Edward whispered and pushed Roy away from him. He pulled his pants up and watched the dark room. Only one candle was bringing light to Roy's twisted mind. Someday Edward hoped to see two candles on the Colonel's desk. It would easy his own pain in his chest. He walked to the door and once more turned to watch Roy's body that was still laying on the floor.

" I don't know what you are thinking about," Edward said and disappeared to the corridor. Roy listened those very beloved footsteps to go further away from him and sat up. He watched the candle on his desk.

" You want so badly to hear what I am thinking, Edward? I love you."

After words

Roy loves Ed so much that he wants to hurt him. Insane, ne?

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